queer to think that she was here at Beemer's, and just across the way was The Duke of York, and Charley and Mrs. Bye, and Annie and Pearl. What would they think when they heard she was here? Was there a chance of her ever meeting Jimmy Sykes again?
She saw the women moving about her in a haze. Very lonely she felt. . . . It was two o'clock when Mrs. Beemer said:
"I guess we can have our dinner now," and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand which still held the carving knife.
Delight got a chair and joined the others at the grease-spotted, untidy table. But she leant her head on her hand. There was a lump in her throat. For the first time in her life she was not hungry at mealtime.
